"Ah, so not quite so much spray-and-pray as the LMG? I suppose that's useful. Might suit better for when the bastards try to hide behind thin cover." Luc suggested, his half-smile turning into a full half grin. "You are from the US, right? You don't sound British." Luc secured his weapons and placed them where they belonged in the armoury. The small puzzle of undoing his equipment until he was in his fatigues carried some time for further discussion, though Luc seemed happy enough to do most of the talking. "I can tell the difference, you know. The accents, I know them from boarding school up in the UK, yeah? You've got some words that you say your 'r's more, and just to make it more damned difficult for us French speakers, you say your 'h's differently as well. Took me ages to spot..." and so on it went until Packston either left or Luc decided to stop by the living quarters.

A couple of days passed where no further alerts came in that warranted troop deployment. Luc easily talked anyone's ear off given the chance, and knew just about everyone by name in less than a day. Anya was a little more distant, but occasionally chatted to a couple of the other operatives.

On the morning of the ninth of April, a report that was released regarding the exosuits Anya had seen a few days prior. Reading it had given her a look of intense thought during the entirety of breakfast as she raked across her scrambled eggs with her fork idly. Among other things, the report detailed that the exosuits had become far more viable because of a piece in the jigsaw previously missing; building an interface between a human body and the machine itself. It made the viability of exosuits much greater, and also made the necessary surgery much safer. After mostly silence bereft of eye contact, Anya looked across the table to Ezri, both being the closest physical presence at the time and probably her closest friend in the facility. "Hey Ezri, did you hear that stuff the eggheads had found out about that CLAM thing we found? I was thinking, what's your opinion on those WREC suits? You think it's worth it?"

That morning, before getting breakfast himself, Luc decided to risk chatting to Sergeant Burkley. It was the second time they had coincidentally lined up their planned cardio on the treadmills, so surely they could break up the run with a little conversation, even if it was interrupted by their own breathing. "So, Lieutenant Burkley, sir, if you don't mind me asking, what's your story? Seen much action before we were all dragged into this hole in the ground?"